Octo #193

Eyes dart. The currents carry whispers, fragments of light. He's trained—they all are—but tonight feels different, heavy. Patrols the trench, bioluminescent glow revealing fleeting glimpses of the abyss. Thought he noticed a Cyctopi scout but dismissed it—too risky for them here. Suddenly, shadows dance unnaturally. He's seldom wrong. In a flash, he isn’t. Shivers ripple through his tendrils; a trap, sprung just moments too late. In his startled state, the realization hits—Wraith's espionage had been compromised, Chromajellies' safe haven no more.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

tolich